Chicago this January has been almost irredeemably gray. Gray, gray, gray. Buildings, streets, trees, all in various shades of gray. So it was delightful last week when we had a day of sunshine in the midst of it all — I found myself walking and walking around the neighborhood, just soaking in the sweetness of the sunlight and the beautiful shadows it created everywhere.
A little photo essay:
Can you see what this last picture is? A very tiny, tiny oak tree, hiding at the base of a shrub on my walk to the girls’ school. I think I’m going to have to rescue this sapling, because I’m sure the University’s groundskeepers are going to see it as a weed, not an oak, since they haven’t designated this spot as the right place for an oak. Would you like to move to Wooded Isle, little oak tree?